The Guy I Married

♠️ 53 - A Life for Lives

~•Curtis•~

"Well here comes the bride." I beamed at Teresa while she wore her wedding dress. "You look... radiant."

"Of course. It's the day I've been waiting for." Teresa exhaled.

Literally the day Aman has been waiting for.

"It's ironic to think the best day of your life is the day you die." I chuckled nervously while helping her with her dress.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh. But you know that mostly happens in movies and books." I said, to ease her mind.

"Curtis, please. Positive words today because that cannot happen today. There's no room for errors. Today is the most perfect day. Now quit talking about strange scenarios and tell me, does this dress make me look fat?"

"You mean pregnant?" I teased.

She hushed me and we both giggled.

•~

I need help.

How can I get out of this predicament? How can I stop this wedding? Or even better, warn everyone about the bomb. I can't even speak to anyone about it. My phone was bugged, so I couldn't text anyone for help either. To top it all, I was being watched closely by her.

I stood next to the flower stand, lost in thoughts while watching the final preparations being set by the workers.

"You should really stop staring into space for too long." Dee whispered to me in a soft yet despicable tone while she flipped my hair. "You don't want to pull any... attention towards you."

Rolling my eyes, I asked, "Where's my family?" in a stern tone.

"They're being taken to somewhere... safe from the effect of the bomb. You don't have to worry."

What were the chances that even if I spoke, my family would survive? What were the chances that Aman isn't going to kill my family? Just like what he did to the doctor.

"They're in the safe hands of Block and Greg." She completed while pulling a cunning smile across her face.

Dee was part of Aman's group, and a third eye on the pawn, me. She acted as my assistant so she could keep tabs on my movement. She followed me closely like a hawk who had eyes on its prey.

"Let's go over the plan shall we?"

"You don't have to tell me twice. Aman wants me to sneak the bomb into the wedding hall. Easy."

"Sorry but... the bomb won't be fixed to the cake anymore. We can't have you slip up our chances." She giggles in the most terrifying way possible that sent shock waves down my spine.

I felt my body temperature rise. My skin felt hot as the next question escaped my lips. "Where is it then?"

"You mean, who is it?" Dee let out a menacing laugh while she directs my attention to what she shows me next.

A beautiful little girl dressed in a baby blue colored gown that was designed for Teresa's flower girls, the children who escort the bride.

The bomb is the little girl.

But how?

"Does she know?"

"No. All that little girl knows is that she received a nice gift from a nice aunty." Dee beamed. "Me."

I watched how the guests who were present praised the little girl for her beauty while her mom adjusted her shoes that pulled off and I felt guilty all over again.